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† Talana Volko ft. Tarkan †

~"What lies behind you and what lies in front of you pales in comparison to what lies inside you"~

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 - 09:00 AM -
Top panning view of Ominar

【Morning Mood】

As another day starts, a beautiful, calm morning reveals itself over the "glorious" city of Ominar, accompanied by the slight chilly airs of the coastal wins, rays of light engulfing the east side of the city in a shiny yellow hue.

Transitioning down towards the city's slums, "business" people have started leaving their humble abodes, some of them with smiles on their faces, waiting and looking forward, hoping for another day to bring them variety, good...or bad, in their less fortunate lives, while others not as optimistic, with tired, annoyed gazes, head to the market area to prepare their food, cheap accessories, clothing and other sorts of shady merchandise stands to sell and make a living.

Above said market area, where the typical chattering noises and yelling have already set in and smell from all different kinds of food - which despite being the slums, are still pretty decent some would say - in a four story building, not quite new..obviously, but neither falling apart, a still sleeping red haired girl is constantly trying to avoid the morning light that decided to keep focusing directly on her eyes, swaying left and right through the cheap blind hanging from the window.

Talana & Tarkan's Home

.( Talana's thoughts // Talana's words // Tarkan )

 God....damn...fucking...light!  tugging her thoughts as she lazily shifts her head in the opposite direction, spreading droll all over her left cheek.  Tali..we should wake up already. Today's the bi..   Noo..nooo...want to......sleep some mo...oore.   Today's the big day, today's the meeting of that so called resistance, we should prepare for the day and chec..   The resistance can wait.....I need my beauty sleep , the view zooms out to reveal this fabulous creature, sleeping in a weird and badly executed yoga position, kind of like a twisted wet towel thrown on the bed..well mattress..   Do I need to remind you, how . Every . Single. Time . you're late to a meeting despite it being morning and the meeting happening in the evening? "ALRIGHT, alright...SHEESH, what a sleep pooper..you never let me enjoy my sleep Tark."  I love you.   accompanied by a mental wink.

Talana graciously rolls off the mattress, banging her head on her drawer's corner in the process "GAH! FUCK..." as she slowly gets up and feels her foreheard with her hand "This better not leave a mark..." Don't worry, it won't ruin your beauty love, a warm sensation from within flows through Talana's body as she starts giggling sweetly to herself, "Love ya too hun! Sooo...what's up for today?" while starting her mourning routine of washing herself and preparing for the shopping part of the day  As per usual, grocery shopping, breakfast, tending the garden or meditation as you like to call it, some deliveries need to be made and I think we have sparring training with Samuel later today, and of course... the BIG EVENT, the meeting which should be starting at around dusk...do try not to be late this time Tal.  as Talana sighed  You know how I feel when someone patronizes me Tark....I'll do my best, okay? 

As the day passes, Talana does her usual routine of buying the groceries and other household tid bits, watering and fertilizing the vis garden, time in which they get thoroughly energized after which they spent the rest of the time until the meeting with Sam running around the neighborhood, doing some small deliveries for an extra buck.

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 - 14:10 PM - 
To Samuel's Place

Song
.(  Samuel's words )

Obviously, being late - though only by 10 minutes...so far -, Talana rushes towrads their long time friend Samuel's place, who's been with them since the underground days and who trained Talana in the good ol' art of physical, street fighting, but also some technique focused combat.

 Having fun? Hmhmhmhmh. "Zip it Tark, I need to focus.", using her leg boost due to Tarkan's imbued powers, Talana speeds across he streets, maneuvering around carts and people, sometimes doing a flip or two, jumping over small groups of children, all bunched up together and blocking the way, but as she turns the corner she find herself in front of one of the more busier districts in the slums, "Damn it, I was hoping to get through before the rush hour...", she sighed.  I guess I'll have to take the usual alternative route  as she squats and bursts into the air with a force that kick the dust behind her, jumping onto the flat roof of a convenience store from where she starts hopping from house to house towards Samuel's place. Thanks to her improved agility and athleticism, she makes little work of the course, which she's done a number of times already. Having reached the last ramp, she leaps forwards, grabbing onto a solid chain that's always been there and swinging herself onto a fire escape stairway fro which she simply hops off, from two stories high into a well execute roll directly into Samuel's back yard, then looks at her phone. "HA! I keep getting better and better at this..AND faster! Enjoyed the ride Tark?" Yes Tali, it was faahabulous! No...really, you did get better at it and at using the boosts too, you did well, I'm proud. "Gee thanks DAD..."

"Who's makin' that racket?!"..a topless buffed man, with long hair tucked into a high top bun, leaving a few strands shadowing over his right eye in addition to his ducktail style beard - it suits him well - shows up... it's Samuel, carrying a baseball bat over his shoulder and a thin piece of grass between his lips. "Is that how you greet all your visitors Sam?" smirking. "'ts not like all ma visit'rs come crashing from the sky y'know...glad t' see ya Tal! You'r as gorgeous as ever..hey Tark, how's it goin' in ther'? Must be quite somethin' bein' in one'f these beauties or well...connected or what y'all call yerselves.""We're good Sam, we're here for the sparring training we talked about, all good for it?" Is it just me or does he only want more touchy touchy action with you?  Jealous T? Don't worry Tarky, I'm only yours <3. "Yeh yeh everythin's set, I'v cleaned the yard for a "safer practicing environment"", that being said, one could still see a lot of junk and useless crap that Sam hoarded over the years lying around, but alas, a clean spot near the tree in his yard was indeed prepared.

As he goes to put down his club where it belongs, Talana took off her leather jacket and well..pants, and got into something more suitable for the training, a comfortable army attire with an undershirt.

"All righ', come at me, no mercy, don' hold back ya hear me? Remember what ya learnt." Samuel gets calmly into position as if he did this a thousand times and..who knows, maybe he did, "Heh, that should be my line!". Talana also gets into position and slowly starts getting closer in a circular movement with a really easy, soft bounce here and there, hands held high to protect her head and chin sinked between her shoulders.

"'at's right, good defense...but how's yer reflex department?" Samuel goes for a strike at Talana's head, as she ducks, swaying to the right immediately responding with a quick right hook and a left uppercut, easily dodged by Sam "Not too shabby, nice counter, tho a tad bit predictable, try not to rush TOO  much.", she doesn't say anything, still concentrated on the battle, her eyes focused on Sam's, he nods and taunts Talana into attacking him. 

She slowly bounces close, going in for a leg sweep, kicking the dust up making Sam do a front flip over her, kicking her torso with his heel, staggering Talana a bit but not by much. Noticing that Sam's back is towards the tree she tries using a flury of coordinated strikes and leg kicks to make him back up into the tree as much as possible, but Sam is well aware of it and doesn't let her push him too close to it.

Talana takes a step back and boosting her legs strength and speed, runs a few steps forwards and leaps in for a jump kick easily dodged by Sam ducking beneath her, but as he turns to face her, due to her momentum, she lands with on leg on the tree, shifts her position and pushing hard against the tree, again with the enhancement, does a backwards hurricane spin attack with such a great force that even with Samuel managing to block said attack with his thick forearm, it still threw him into the fence cracking a plank in the process and knocking the wind out of Sam for a brief moment. "Pheeeewoue! Now that's what I call a healthy kick m'lady, cute use of the environment there heh!""Thanks, had to improvise a bit." throwing Sam a wink.

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A few more minutes pass, both of them taking slow, steady, precise strikes, counters and dodges, both of them having landed a few hefty blows to each other.

At one point, on one of Sam's stronger but slower and longer punches, Talana manages to avoid it again, ducking under and to the right, grabs Sam's arm with both her hands, turns around and attempts a shoulder throw procedure, slamming him into the ground at her feet, Talana proceeding to mount him and starts whaling on him with a series of punches, which curiously enough he dodges quite easily. "OH NO! OH MY, HELP, OH, NOT MA FACE, NOT MY PRECIOUS BEAUTIFUL FACE!" covering his face, letting one eyes be visible, which he opens jokingly due to Talana having stopped with the blows "HARHAR, very funny", realizing the position they're into "Hey...aren't you enjoying this a bit TOO much Sam?" raising one eye brow with a smirk, "Huh? What? Aren't you heheh?" as he grabs hold of her belt and with a swift rotating motion, reverses the position pinning her down to the ground with him on top, holding her arms apart in an uncomfortable position.

"RULE NUMBER..uh..33...NEVER let your guard down for ANYTHING! NOT EVEN for a hot guy like me!..Understood?!" as he gets really close to her face, making really close eye contact. "Got it chief!" giving Sam a peck kiss on the nose, causing him to unconsciously loosen his grip on Talana's arms and defocusing him briefly, enough to leave an opening for hear to land a strong headbutt with what looks like a small bump on her forehead made during their "serious staring competition", making Sam cover his face with one arm as she grabs his tighs and, with enhanced force, rolls him off of her over to the left slamming him to the ground once again, hops over him and goes in for a choke maneuver "SAY UNCLE!..SAY UNCLE!", Sam still dizzy from the headbutt, sluggishly flailing, comes to realize the situation he found himself in.  Uhm... Tali, I don't think he ca.... "Don't butt in Tark, I finally got a hold of him! SAY UNCLE ALREADY!!"...After a few seconds of the forceful choke, Sam stopped moving and blacked out.

Sighing, You do realize he couldn't talk because you were strangling him right? Not to mention he was probably still dizzy and confused from your... seductive headbutt... . Talana looking over at the now limp Samuel in her arms, blinks a few times, "Oh.....FUCK I'M DUMB!" giving herself a healthy facepalm with her free hand "Sorry Sam, I GOT CARRIED AWAY OK? GAH! I hate when this happens!" One would think you'd learnt by now, hmhmhm.  Yeah...you could say that again. ...One would think you. "I WAS JOKING TARKAN! SHEESH"

Talana picks up the unconscious Sam, and walks him to his improvised rocking chair. "Gee who has these ancient things anymore these days...?" and places him as comfortably as possible in his chair.  Who knows when he might come back around, I should look for a blanket i case it gets cold later". She enters his house and easily finds a large, fluffy, red and black plaid blanket and sets out to tuck in "sleepy" Samuel. On her way to the door, something on one of his drawers "shined", a black marker, making Talana smirk mischievously. "Hehehehee!" Tarkan internally sighs.

After tucking Sam in like a really tight burrito on his rocking chair and exercising her...artistic talents, Talana writes an apology letter, puts back her normal attire and leaves his yard whistling innocently.

"Hmm..I wonder what time is it?" pulling out her phone and looking over the time "Oh, only 3:30, I should have enough time to get to the meeting without being late..how's that sound Tark?" Sounds good to me hun! Should be a nice relaxing stroll. Yep, and good thing I had my training for today in case things go sour at the meeting. Yea...let's try not strangling anyone anymore today okay?  No promises Tarky, hmhmhm.. . Lord  have mercy on all of us. What's that supposed to mean?  I love you! <3. Love ya too you big doofus! 

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 - 16:10 PM - 
Outskirts of Ominar
Mood

Strolling through the streets, following the marker on her phone's GPS, Talana makes her way to the outskirts of Ominar with relative ease without any complications along the road. Arriving at her destination she notices a good number of people have already gathered, some staying out of the building, smoking and talking. A lot of upset and angry discussions can be easily heard as she slowly makes her way towards the inside of the location.

Looking around, she notices among the crows, in random smaller groups, quite a lot of familiar faces, most of them from the slums. When recognizing Talana, they give acknowledging nods then return to their ongoing emotional conversations.  Mmh, the mood is kinda sour around here...lots of unhappy people, I mean...for good reason...  Yeah, poor guys, let's hope this resistance thing turn out to be something good and helpful. Yeah...let's hope...I..don't feel like mingling..I'll just stay..there until the shows starts.  Fine by me love. .

Going near the some covered crates, she places herself on top of them. Talana then takes out her phone and starts playing Futuristic Minesweeper, ignoring the unpleasant discussions around her as much as possible, waiting for the meeting to officially begin.
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 - 18:15 PM - 
Samuel's place
Mood

The weather not having gotten colder, still being a bit warm even at this hour, Sam who actually shifted from coma to sleeping finally wakes up, finding himself extremely sweaty and unable to move. 

"WHA' THE FECK?..Wha' happen'd? Ugh...ma head's hurtin'..Where's Tal and Tark? Wh's it got'n dark already and WHY THE FECK AM I BEIN' HELD HOSTAGE BY MA BLANKYYY?" Trying to rock out of his chair but falling over, face first into the ground he managed to free himself from Talana's imprisonment. 

"Hmm? Wha's this?" grabbing the letter that was placed on his chair that had fallen down with him.

"Artistic skills? Wha's that s'pposed to mean?" as Sam goes into his house, wiping his forehead of sweat, noticing black spots on his arm.."Wait..what' the?" rushing to his bathroom to look in the mirror only to see a horrible rendition a more or less known internet character, Dickbutt. "Ya gotta be kiddin' me...feckin' hell Talana! proceeding to thoroughly washing his face a good number of times until the lines can barely be visible.

Sooo yeah, it's finally posted, please give some feedback so i can improve with the next posts. Be critical, serious and quite direct if you can. Let me know if i repeat myself too much or repeat a word too often, if i use an expression wrong a lot or even if it's once, if the color thing is too tiring or confusing.

Also let me know if the sparring scene makes sense when you read it, if you can read it and more or less vizualise what's happening, thanks :)
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